He tried to see through the
simmering twilight, not certain where he was, or why, for that matter? What was happening? The nasty blow to his head was to blame. Or maybe the rest of the fighting. Insane that he was still alive, plain insane,
but maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he died already,
and it was only his spirit that floated around, refusing to leave. People’s spirits were in no hurry to do that
at times, were they?
(from Shadow
on the Sun by Zoe Saadia)
8*/10. The
complete review is here.
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